The train is more luxuries than I am used to. Glasses of wine and plates of food fill the tables. The other tributes talk to each other but when they try I scowl. I don't want to talk to people who will be my enemy. We don't have a mentor because there are no live victors from 12, so Vicky is the one who gives us advice on how to get sponsors.
Alan is our stylist. He is a idiot.
"Coal mining," he said in disgust. "Not a lot to work with." The prep team looks at him. "Ug," He says. "Just put a mining outfit on them and be done with it." The prep team shrugs put vest on us, places mining hats on our heads and shove us on the chariot.
During the parade the other 12 tributes hold hands and smile, I keep my head down. It is humiliating to be seen in these outfits.
At the end of the parade the other tributes were laughing at us . Its official, the district 12 tributes are a joke.
